Go Spin Circles For Me [BREE]

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   This was all Bree's fault. Brent couldn't breathe or think or move or talk or move or live or anything! He was only going to her place to a)avoid infecting Sebastian like Bree had done to him and b)whine at her for killing him like this. It wasn't fair, Brent didn't want to be ill and bleh; he wanted to have energy and be loud and annoy everyone. Well, he could still annoy everyone. Just in different ways. Surprisingly, even Brent felt a little self conscious stood outside of Bree's door in his pyjamas. But it was still early and most people were in bed so he hadn't gotten too many funny looks. It was all good - apart from how he was going to die. Now, that wasn't very good at all. And, and he was sure being out in the cold was making him feel worse too. Weakly, he kicked Bree's door. "I'm dying. Lemme in!" he whined croakily before letting out a feeble cough. Brent was guessing that Bree was still ill so probably wouldn't be too happy that he was disturbing her so early in the day but this wasn't easy for Brent either. The sprite really wasn't a morning person and he was even out of the house before 7am today. [/style]   TAG: Bree! NOTES: :3 OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything Dead. That's what Bree was. Dead. Her joints ached, her throat was raw, and she could barely breathe. She hadn't slept all night. She'd tried. Tossed and turned in her bed, ended up just going and lying on her sofa. Nothing. All night. She was...in every sense of the word...dead. Ugh, she hated being ill so bad. It was just...absolutely dreadful. It was now about six forty five in the morning, and Bree was making no effort to move. No, she was just going to lay in and die today. Well, no she wasn't, because she was kind of already dead. But the gist was there. She was sick. Dead, actually. So when the door went, she didn't even stir. Hah. No way was she answering the door. Who in their right mind would call at six forty five anyways? Not one of those really enthusiastic salespeople trying to sell hoovers and electricity and all that stuff? Surely not. Not even the most zealous door-to-door salesperson would wake up at before five in the morning to get to her house. Nope. Besides, if it were a salesperson of any kind, they wouldn't be pathetically whining about their death. Brent. For certain. She could just tell. He was dying. She was already dead. Let him in? Lolno. If he thought she was getting up to answer the door, then he had another thing coming. "You're dying, huh?" she rasped out through the open window. "I already died. I win." She tried to laugh, but ended up coughing instead. Damn, she hated being sick. OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: BRENTIE -BOO NOTES: *COUGH COUGH COUGH* WORD COUNT: 274